Chapter Three
He, the stranger, kept swimming around my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every time his face entered my mind, my heart soared. It was so irrational; I didn’t even know his name for goodness sake! Sighing into my wine, I vowed to forget him. However, I probably wouldn’t be able to.
Dante served dinner so I set the table. It was easy to see why people mistook us for a couple but there was absolutely nothing romantic between us at all. “My parents are coming for dinner on Monday,” I told him, remembering my conversation with Mum.
“Can’t wait for that,” he muttered sarcastically. We sat down and tucked into the food. “You more relaxed now?”
I nodded. “Yep. Much more.”
“Good. Nothing’s wrong or going on. Is it.” I smiled half-heartedly, and Dante sighed. “Has anything else happened?”
“No.”
“No more pencils doing a disappearing act?”
“No.”
“And is it possible that Nosy downstairs genuinely forgot she was baking?”
“Well… Yes. I guess it is.”
“Exactly. There’s perfectly good explanations for it all.” Okay, but how does that explain how I felt with Sexy Stranger? That wasn’t normal. Wow, perhaps I really was tired and his good looks caught me off guard!
“Yeah, you’re right. I think I need a couple early nights.”
He nodded. “We’ll stay home this week and head out Friday night?”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Dante and I spent the rest of the evening in front of the TV, just relaxing. At ten, I went to bed to get an early night. I fell asleep and slept peacefully all night. No loud noises woke me up. Everything was normal.
In the morning, I got straight up without pressing the snooze and skipped to the bathroom. It was my first day of work, and I was excited. There was very little conversation as we got ready and ate breakfast around each other. Dante smiled nervously as I locked the door.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“I think so. I’m looking forward to seeing the hotties in accounts.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. He was a typical man, nerves disappearing at the thought of seeing women in skirts!
We rode the underground and got off at my stop and Dante’s change. “Good luck today,” I said, and kissed his cheek.
“You too. I’ll see you tonight.” I nodded and we went our separate ways. I only had a five-minute walk from the station but Dante had to change lines and get another train.
My stomach fluttered with nerves as I headed up the concrete stairs. Blinking at the sudden brightness, I power walked to the exit and into the hectic bustle of central London. Chic magazine’s office was in a shared building with Solicitors, Literary agents, Modelling agencies, Financial advisors and Insurance brokers. It was intimidatingly professional, and I was about to be a part of it all.
Chic’s office was on the second floor so I took the stairs rather than the lift. There was already a heavy queue, and walking would be good exercise. No one was at the reception desk out in the hallway yet, so I walked through the square archway and followed the corridor to the office I shared with two others. I could only remember Bree, the other girl’s name had slipped my mind.
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Possessed
ParanormalDevon Barnes and her best friend, Dante Granger, have just finished University and move into the third story flat in a gorgeous, newly renovated town house. The excitement of her first place soon wears off for Devon as she notices some strange thing...